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RECITATIONS FOR BOTH LITTLE ONES AND ADULTS 

COMPRISING 

ONE HUNDRED ORIGINAL PIECES 

For Christinas, Children's Day Easter, Temperance, 

Thanksgiving, Missionary New Year's, Patriotic, 

Sunday School Specials Day School 

Specials and Miscellaneous 

BY 

James R o w e . 



Price per copy, limp binding, 25 cents, postpaid. 



PUBLISHED BY 

MEYER & BROTHER 

106-108 Washington St. 

Chicago, III. 



Copyright 1906, by Meyer & Brothep„ 






PREFACE 






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All Lovers of Recitations will welcome 

Sunshine-Land 

which will be found the most complete 
and original book of its kind yet published. 

Its contents consist of an excellent col- 
lection of entirely new pieces which we 
hope will meet the approval of both 
teacher and scholars. 



I am pleased to have brought about the publication 
of Sunshine-Land, being a rare collection and which 
I most highly recommend to all. 

H. P. ROUNDTREE, 

Principal of Chicago School of Oratory. 



NOTICE. 

All recitations in this book are personal property, 
and must not be reprinted without the written permis- 
sion of the owners. Meyer & Brother. 






Sunshine-Land 

Recitations for both Little Ones and Adults 



MISCELLANEOUS 



HORNS LITTLE GIRL. 

I hate to talk about the day — 

The day that Horn was carried home, 
For when I do, do what I may, 

To keep them back, the tears will come 
Arollin' helter skelter from 

These sympathetic eyes of mine, 
And there is nothin' 'neath the skies 

That looks as foolish as a man 
With leaknr eyes. 

You see, 'twas this-a-way with Horn : 

His woman died the very night 
On which his little girl was born; 

And so (and some said he did right) 
He just turned all the bright warm light 

Of his great lamp of love upon 
The little girl, and from that hour 

He was to her just what the sun 
Is to a flow'r. 

Oh, how he loved that little girl ! 

He talked about her all day long; 
She was his all in this cold worl'; 

His star of happiness, his song; 
Her praise was always on his tongue; 

He talked about her partin' kiss, 
And how she watched him from the door — 

'Twas Lorna that, and Lorna this 
Forever more. 

With money Horn was never flush; 

For ev'ry cent that he could spare 
Was spent in dainty bits of plush 

And ribbon-stuffs for her to wear 
Upon her back, or in her hair; 

Or in some toothsome bit of food 
For her to eat — I tell you, sir. 

To Horn there wasn't nothin* good 
Enough for her. 

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Although each rose that kissed her hair 

Had growed on needle-pointed thorns, 
A princess had no better care 

Than had this little girl of Horn's. 
He often pinched his own sore corns 

(As people say) to bring her up, 
And yet he always longed to press 

Another sweet into her cup 
Of happiness. 

What? pretty? now you're talkin', lad; 

I wish you could have seen her eyes 
Just when her sixteenth Spring had come — 

Say, they were blue as summer skies 
Are when the sun is on the rise. 

And then she had such lovely hair, 
And lips that seemed just made to kiss, 

And she had cheeks that were as fair 
As lilies is. 

Yes, all us boys were plumb, dead gone 

On her, and when once in a while, 
She brought Horn's dinner, every one 

Seemed longin' for her nod or smile. 
I guess she bruised an awful pile 

Of hearts with her bright starry eyes, 
And bruised them, too, without a try — 

Seemed if we were in Paradise 
When she was nigh. 

Well, what I've said so far, so good; 

But not so good is what must come; 
I'd like to skip it if I could 

About the day we took Horn home, 
Because it kinder cuts me some, 

And always brings that sad, sad sight 
Before my eyes again, and then 

I kinder feel as if I'm right 
In it again. 

It seems that Horn went home that day 

At noon (he lived way up the track) - 
To get his dinner, and some say 

That when he was returnin' back 
He must have got a bad attack 

Of dizziness — an old complaint 
With most folks, when they're on the fail — 

It seems he dropped into a faint 
Right on the rail. 



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Well, first thing that we knew, poor Horn — 

Or what was once poor Horn — was found 
All cut to pieces — legs all torn 

Off from his body; arms all ground 
Nigh unto dust, and all around 

For yards and yards were big red smears 
And bits of flesh — say, 'twas a sight 

That haunted me for years and years, 
Both day and night. 

"The girl — where is the man can stand 

To let her know what's taken place?" 
That was the cry ; and every man 

Was tryin' hard to brush and chase 
The tears that trickled down his face. 

What made them think so, I don't know, 
But all the boys thought me the feller 

That had the strongest nerve, and so 
I had to tell her. 

I told her, but the Lord alone 

Knows how I did it. All I know 
Is that I heard a smothered moan 

And seen a look of awful woe, 
And then a little form droop low, 

Until it almost touched the floor, 
And then her head was on my breast 

And I — and I — well, I'm not sure 
About the rest. 

But, stranger, if some day you pace 

Yon path that seems to wind and curl 
Around the hill, you'll reach the place 

Where Horn is with his little girl, 
And side by side. Then if you'll trace 

The printin' on the slabs that rest 
Just at their heads, you'll see that they 

Was parted from each other just 
A single day. 



JIM'S VIOLIN AND FREDS BANJO. 

When Jim takes down his violin 

And Fred his old banjo, 
And, after tuning up, begin 

To let the music flow, 
My cares and troubles vanish 

Like a vision of the night — 
I feel just like a schoolboy 

With an honor score in sight. 
Lands! a thrill goes dancing through me 

From my head down to my toe, 
When Jim plays on his violin 

And Fred his old banjo. 



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They never play these silly songs 

That city folks call "great." 
These ragtime songs my Fred and Jim 

Don't much appreciate. 
"Praise Him," and "Coronation" 

Are the kinds of songs they love — 
The kinds of songs that lift folks up 

And make the joy-tears move. 
Oh, I tell you, we get music — 

Music tender, sweet and low, 
When Jim plays on his violin 

And Fred his old banjo. 

I've listened to the little rill 

That sings the hills between; 
The bobolink and whippoorwill 

Among the waving green; 
And happy children singing, 

When their souls seemed in their tune; 
And the gladsome church-bells ringing, 

On a quiet night in June; 
But there isn't any music 

That can stand a half a show 
'Gainst that of Jamsie's violin 

And Freddie's old banjo. 

When Jim takes down his violin 

And Fred his old banjo, 
My Jennie's cheeks, though old and thin, 

With joy are all aglow. 
Oh, you should see the tenderness 

That gleams in her dear eyes, 
While she sits there and listens 

To those old melodies. 
She says her soul seems restless — 

As if it wants to go — 
When Jim plays on his violin 

And Fred his old banjo. 



THE OLD SONG. 

I've alarmed you ! Oh, forgive me ! 

Sad am I that you're alarmed; 
It was my intent to leave you 

By my visit all unharmed. 

Yes, I am an old tramp, lady, 

And should not be here, I know. 

Let me tell you why I entered — 

Then you might not blame me so. 

I was passing near your window 

When your tender voice I heard, 

And it sounded, oh, so gentle 

That my heart was strangely stirred. 



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Each strain thrilled me deeply, sweetly; 

Now with sadness, now with joy; 
'Twas the song my mother often 

Sung me when I was a boy. 

And a longing to be near you 

-While you sung it banished fear; 

So I turned your door knob softly, 
Entered, and stood listening here. 

You'll forgive me, won't you, lady? 

It was my intent to stay 
Only till the song was ended, 

Then to softly steal away. 

But before I long had listened 
To you singing that old song, 

Disappeared those gloomy visions 
Which had haunted me so long. 

And upon the wings of fancy 
I was swiftly, swiftly borne 

Back to scenes of happy childhood — 
Back to life's unclouded morn. 

Being thus enwrapt in fancy 
I forgot that I was here — 

Quite forgot I was intruding, 
Till I heard you cry of fear. 

You'll forgive me, won't you lady? 

See my tears, how fast they flow ! 
You have opened wide the fountains 

Which I closed long, long ago. 

Will I tell you of my troubles? 

God forbid that your young ears 
Should be filled with such a story — 

With the cause of these sad tears. 

'Tis a secret, gentle lady 

Which I may impart to none, 

But alone must Dear it — bear it, 

Till the weary march be done. 

Twenty years I've borne it, lady ; 

Surely I'll not drop it now — 
Now when death's hand is extended— 

When its fingers shade my brow. 

Just a few more weary furlongs, 
Just a few more hours of dread, 

Just a few more kicks and bruises, 
Just a few more calls for bread. 



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Farewell, lady. May your pathway 

Through the changing scenes of life, 

Keep you far from pain and sorrow, 
Far from haunts of sin and strife. 

May sweet peace be shedding ever 
O'er your life its cheering light. 

This I wish you for affording 
Me a moment's peace tonight. 



THE STREET PIANO. 

I love to hear the music 

In the church on Sunday morn; 
Or music of the fiddle, 

The flute, the lute, the horn; 
I love to hear a mother 

Singing to her "soul's delight, ,, 
When its little eyes are yielding 

To the tender touch of night; 
But the music that I'm struck on — 

That I like to spout about — 
Is the music that the dago 

Sends arolling, rolling out. 
Rolling out, rolling out. 

How the children dance and laugh ! 

How the schoolboys shout and chaff! 
Oh, what joy there is about, 

When the dago sends his music 

Rolling, rolling out. 

I have often stopped to listen 

To the robin's cheering lay; 
And the tenor of the brooklet, 

As it goes its winding way; 
Often tried to catch the music 

Of the wand'ring honeybee, 
As to bloom and bud it murmured 

In the valley and the lea; 
But the music that enchants me — 

That I like to shout about — 
Is the music that the dago 

Sends arolling, rolling out. 
Rolling, rolling, rolling out ! 

Now a dance, and now a song— 

What a care-free, jolly throng 
Always seems to be about, 

When the dago sends his music 

Rolling, rolling out! 



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Oftentimes, as I sit thinking 

On the stoop, when day has fled, 
Feeling just too tuckered out to 

Drag my poor old bones to bed; 
Weary with life's heavy burden, 

Sad at heart and weak at knee; 
Wondering how to face the morrow 

-With its hours of slavery; 
But the minute that the dago 

With his music comes around, 
Say, I feel just like a youngster 

Playing on a circus ground. 
Rolling, rolling, rolling out ! 

How it soothes and how it cheers ! 

I forget the burdened years, 
And just long to dance and shout, 

When that dago sends his music 

Rolling, rolling out. 



LAURETTA. 

I'll tell you of Lauretta's eyes 

They are as gloriously bright 

As stars that gleam at fall of night, 
Or grace the early morning skies, 

But not as bold by far as they; 
For when Lauretta's eyes meet mine 
(Unlike the stars) each 'neath its fine 

Jet-fringed lid doth hide away. 

I'll tell you of the timid tinge 

That on Lauretta's soft cheek lies, 
When she knows not of watching eyes. 

It doth surpass that of the fringe 

That doth the daisy's eye enclose ; 

But when Lauretta me perceives, 

It quickly vanishes and gives 

Its place unto the crimson rose. 

I'll tell you of Lauretta's lips. 

They are more tempting to the eye 
Than are ripe cherries dangling nigh, 

And sweeter than wild honey drips ; 

But, ah, they are replete with wiles; 

For when I seek, by love's sweet feats 

To feast on their liquescent sweets. 

They part, and hide themselves in smiles. 

I'll tell you of Lauretta's heart. 

It is as pure as mountain snows, 
Or lily fair that blooms and blows 

Upon the wave ; from care's keen dart 

Is free as summer blooms from frost! 

But harder is than fame to win ! 

For now it seems almost within 

My reach; and now forever lost! 



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OUR BLACKSMITH-SHOP QUARTET. 

You may brag about the music 
That you listen to in church, 
Or the singin' of the song-bird 
Swayin' on his leafy perch; 
But you hain't heard any music — 
An' on this I stand to bet — 
Like the soulful, heavenly singin' 
Of our blacksmith-shop quartet. 

They don't know a note of music — 
Never learnt it, so they say; 
But they please the boys far better 
Than do some that sing for pay. 
Oh, there's nothin' suits us better, 
When we've got our dinner et, 
Than to jis' sit still an' listen 
To our blacksmith-shop quartet. 

They don't sing sich tarnal rubbish 
As most stage-folks sing today; 
No, sirree, they give us somethin' 
That kin drive all care away. 
"Whittier's hymn," an' "Coronation," 
Is the kinds of songs we git — 
Oh, I can tell, we git music 
From our blacksmith-shop quartet. 

Now the music's loud an' high; 
Now 'tis tender, low an' sweet; 
Now it thrills yer very soul; 
Now it stirs yer very feet. 
Oh, we quite forgit we're toilers, 
Old an' worn an' wet with sweat, 
While we're sittin' there a listenin' 
To our blacksmith-shop quartet. 

Sometimes when the boys is singin' 

Them old songs that touch me so, 

I git thinkin' of the loved ones 

That I lost so long ago; 

An' I seem to feel them near me, 

An' almost can hear them say : 

" 'Twon't be long afore you'll join us 

Where there's singin' night an' day." 

Oh, the peace that steals across me ! 
Oh, the comfort that I get! 
Sittin* there, at noontime, listenin' 
To our blacksmith-shop quartet. 



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BILL. 



Bill wuz never fond of liquor; 

Never smoked, or chawed, or swore; 
Never had the name of Kicker, 

Never had the name of Bore ; 
Went to meetin' even- Sunday, 

Sung his hymns an' said his prayers ; 
An' from Monday until Monday 

Tried to lighten others' cares. 
But, tho' Bill fought long an' wild, 
Poverty called him her child ; 

Held him back an' kep' him low, 



Bill's broad, horny hand was ever 

Helpin' some poor soul to stand; 
An' his voice was silent never 

When kind words wuz in demand ; 
Oh ! his heart wuz one deep fountain, 

An' with kindness runnin' o'er ; 
An' he longed to climb Wealth's mountain 

Jes' to benefit the poor. 
But while men, not half as good, 
Gained its peak an' on it stood, 

Bill still struggled on below, 

Hardly gettin' any show. 

Often Bill's poor feet wuz bleedin' 

While his shoes another wore ; 
Often wuz his stomach needin' 

Bread he'd dropped at some one's door. 
The times wuz never slack enough 

To selfish make his manly will ; 
An' skies wuz never black enough 

To hide the golden sun from Bill, 
An' yet, with all his Christ-like ways, 
Bill had to struggle all his days ; 

Old Poverty, his greatest foe, 

Hardly givin' him a show. 

Bill is dead, an' dead the blossoms 

That we placed around his frame; 
Dead ! Yet still a thousand bosoms 

Throb at mention of his name. 
Gone is Bill, but, oh, behind him, 

He has left, in writin' plain, 
Words that tells us how to find him, 

How to clasp his hand again; 
Words that tell us how, while livin' 

Here, where souls is strugglin' SO, 
We kin keep our eyes on heaven, 

An' jes' give ourselves a show. 



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WHEN THE WHISTLE BLOWS. 

I love to hear the music of the cricket on the lea 
And the tender, soothing treble of the wand'ring honeybee; 
The cooing of an infant and the shout of schoolboy gay, 
Is music sweet enough to drive the darkest care away; 
But, I tell you, there's no music quicker can my ear unlock 
Than the music of the whistle when it blows at six o'clock. 

I love to hear the music of the organ in the church, 
And the music of the robin swaying on his leafy perch, 
Or the babble of the brooklet as it winds among the trees, 
Or the soft angelic whispers of the scented ev'ning breeze, 
But, I tell you, there's no music gives my ear a sweeter shock 
Than the music of the whistle when it blows at six o'clock. 

Oh, I tell you, when a man is nearly three score years and ten 
And has kept his tool-hand moving since the morn with younger men,- 
When his poor old back is breaking and his head a-whirling goes, 
And he feels his old heart going downward, downward to his toes, — 
There's no sweeter kind of music in old mother nature's stock 
Than the music of the whistle when it blows at six o'clock. 



DAVE. 



We knew that Dave was failin' some, 

And told him that he ought to quit 
And stay a week or two at home 

And kinder coax his strength a bit. 
"The children must have food to eat," — 

We heard the poor old man asayin', — 
"And, long as I can keep my feet, 

I guess Fll have to get my day in," 

With tearful eyes we watched old Dave 

His task performin' day by day, 
With one leg hangin' in the grave, 

The other not so far away. 
"There's only one who suffers now," — 

We heard the poor old man asayin', — 
"But soon the children will be too, 

If I should fail to get my day in." 

He said, "I'll have to quit," before 

The time to quit had come last night; 
"My legs won't bear me up no more — 

Fll rest a while and — where's the light? 
Trust wife and little ones to God !" 

And then we missed what he was sayin\ 
Poor Dave, before the whistle blowed, 

He was at home — he'd got his day in. 



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MOTHERS MELODIES. 

Those old melodies of mother's, 

How I love them ! How I love them ! 
Those old melodies she sang to me 
So many years ago, 
When the hills around our village 
And the azure fields above them 
Ever seemed to smile serenely 

On the woods and vales below. 

Yester eve, as, spent with labor, 

I my homeward path traced slowly, 

One of mother's songs came floating 
In another mother's voice. 
Soon it banished all my sadness, 
And a peace serene and holy, . 

Like to that which follows prayer, 
Made my wearied heart rejoice. 

Those old melodies of mother's, 

How I love them ! How I love them ! 
And the passing years but sink them 
Deeper, deeper in my soul. 
Will they ever leave me ? Never ! 

Even death will not remove them ! 

I shall hear them, love them, sing them, 
While eternal ages roll. 



A WONDROUS CHANGE IN JENKINS. 

There's a wondrous change in Jenkins, 

Since his little woman died ; 
Goes to church near every Sunday, 

With his children at his side. 
Never smokes or swears or gambles, 

Wouldn't tell a lie for pay. 
"Kinder got onto the error 

Of my way," we hear him say. 
Rather old to face old satan, 

But much older men have tried; — 
There's a mighty change in Jenkins, 

Since his little woman died. 

People say "his conscience hurts him !*' 

That he didn't treat her right ; 
Others say "his past behavior 

Fills his selfish soul with fright." 
As for me, I think he's lonely, 

Sad, because their lives were parted— 
(There are heaps of awful sinners 

Who are kind and tender-hearted!) 
Any way, this much is certain. 

And 'tis known on every side: 
There's a mighty change in Jenkins, 

Since his little woman died. 



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PATRIOTIC 



OUR COUNTRY FOR GOD. 

Our country for God must be won, 

Though trying and long be the fight; 

By sin's mighty hordes 'tis o'errun, 

But christians shall put them to flight. 

Our Sabbath, alas, to our shame ! 

Is fast being taken away; 
Not much of it left but its name ; — 

Shall we lose .it — our sweet resting day? 

All thoughts of religion have fled 

From many who once loved the fold; 

By evil's cold hand they are led 

In search of vain pleasure and gold. 

We've fought, but too weak we have been, 
For few are the victories won ; 

Up men; play no longer with sin, 
Let fierce, heavy fighting be done. 



THEY NEVER SAY IT NOW. 

Just before our gallant Dewey 

Entered far Manilla bay, 
If we spoke about our navy 

In a praising kind of way, 
Fighting cranks across the water 

Used to toss their heads and say: 
"Why, you haven't any navy; 

Spain will lick you in a day." 
But they never say it now. 

Just before our gallant soldiers 

Showed the dons what they could do, 
Over near old Santiago, 

If we praised our boys in blue, 
Those galoots across the water, 

Used to toss their pates and say, 
"Why, they're just a lot of greenhorns; 
They'll be licked in half a day." 
But they never say it now, 
They never say it now ; 
We have let them see a thing or two; 
They never say it now. 



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EVERY ONE MUST FIGHT, 

If ^ve wish the Lord to win 

This dear land of ours from sin, 
Ev'ry follower must feel the battle's brunt; 

Half of us must not be found 

On the pleasant camping-ground, 
While the other half is fighting at the front. 

If we wish the Lord to gain 

All the world, and o'er it reign, 
None of us should sit at ease with folded hands ; 

Ev'ry one of us must go 

To the field and face the foe, 
In obedience to the blessed Lord's commands. 

• 

Let us, then, go out and join 

Those upon the firing-line, 
And with courage prove our love for Jesus there; 

Then, when fighting days are o'er, 

We shall camp on Heaven's shore, 
And through endless days our Leader's glory share. 



MY BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY. 

My beautiful country — earth's happiest part, 
And free as the sunshine above thee, — 

I sing thee a song from the depths of my heart. 
My beautiful country, I love thee ! 

Thy emerald valleys and bright-crested hills, 
Thy mountains majestic and glowing, 

Thy glistening lakes, all thy rivers and rills, 
I love with a heart overflowing! 

The birthplace of freedom, Columbia, art thou, 
The hope of earth's downtrodden legions; 

Today to thy banner, with reverence, bow 
Freed millions from sorrowful regions! 

My beautiful country, my glorious land, 
As long as the skies bend above thee. 

Wide open may God keep his bountiful hand, 
And peace bless the millions who love thee. 



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DAf SCHOOL SPECIALS 



THE RUNNERS. 



True runners toe the mark and stand 
All ready for the sharp command; 
For this is written on each heart : 
It all depends upon the start. 

This truth some runners do not know, 
And are not ready for the "Go !" 
Then others swiftly past them dart — 
It all depends upon the start. 

My teacher I must' closely heed, 
If in life's race I wish to lead; 
My lessons I must learn by heart, 
For all depends upon the start. 



MOTHER'S VOICE. 

A boy can tell his mother's voice 

Among a hundred others, 
For there's no other voice that owns 
Such sweet, such tender soothing tones 
As mother's. 

When cruel fate, to test his worth, 
Ambition's beacon smothers, 
No other voice in all the land 
Can nerve him so the test to stand, 
Like mother's. 

When discontent to win him tries, 

Or doubt or envy bothers, 
Whose voice can tell him how to free 
Jlis soul from its great enemy, 
Like mother's? 

When stern affliction lays him low, 
When trouble cruel bothers^ 
Whose voice can soothe him in his grief, 
Whose voice afford his soul relief* 
Like mother's. 

A boy can tell his mother's voice 

Among a hundred others, 
For there's no other voice that owns 
Such sweet, such tender, thrilling tones, 
As mother's. 



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I'LL BE A MAN. 

I'll be a man, and never flurry, 
Grumble, grieve, or groan, or worry, 
When my path is rough to tread; 
It might be smoother just ahead; 
Although it leads me thorns among, 
I'll jog along. 

I'll envy not, because hard labor 
Is my lot, my wealthy neighbor, 
For he, perhaps not long ago, 
Fought hard against my present foe; 
Since naught by envying is won, 
I'll envy none. 

I'll never say, "Tis useless striving," 
Or that "This life is not worth living," 
I'll never at God's laws complain, 
For nothing good is done in vain ; 
This life, to ev'ry man discreet, 
Is bright and sweet. 

Let fortune frown on me, or smile; 
Let friends elate or foes beguile; 
Let rough or thorny be my way — 
In short, let come or go what may, 
I'll faithful be ; in all life's ways ; 
It always pays. 



WHEN PA GETS HIS PAY. 

When pay-day comes, how proud Pa feels 

For an hour or two ! 
The earth seems not to touch his heels, 

For an hour or two. 
He cracks his jokes and sings his songs 
And thinks the world to him belongs, 

For an hour or two. 

When pay-day comes how young Pa feels 

For an hour or two ! 
How limber, spry, and strong he feels, 

For an hour or two ! 
He quite forgets his toil and care, 
The sweat that lingers in his hair, 

For an hour or two. 

An hour or two and that is all — 

Just an hour or two, 
For creditors begin to call 

In an hour or two ; — 
They come and go one after one, 
And poor Pa's pay and joy are gone 

In an hour or two. 



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DON'T COMPLAIN. 

When your path is hard to tread, 

Don't complain; 
Do your best to move ahead; 

Don't complain; 
Though it leads through miry hollow, 
Where you have to crawl and wallow, 
Oftentimes to follow — follow ! 

Do your best, and don't complain. 

When misfortune gives you battle, 

Don't complain; 
When your pocketbook won't rattle, 

Don't complain; 
Linger not for words of pity, 
But, jy.st feeling manly, "gritty," 
Humming some heart cheering ditty, 
Move along and don't complain. 

By and by you'll reach the "clearing" — 

Don't complain, 
Then you'll have smooth, easy steering — 

Don't complain. 
Ev'ry effort that you're making, 
Every step that you are taking, 
Without snickering or quaking, 

You'll be paid for. Don't complain. 



BLAME YOURSELF. 

Blame yourself, if you are friendless, 
And your path is rough and lonely ; 

Ways of making foes are endless ; 

Friends are made by friendship only. 

If you have but frowns for others ; 

If you shun the weak, the weary, 
Few indeed will be your brothers, 

And your path be always dreary. 

Be a neighbor to your neighbor; 

Rid your mind of selfish feelings ; 
Always to be friendly labor ; 

Truthful be in all your dealings. 

Give to all a pleasant greeting; 

Help yourself by helping others ; 
Daily grow in love, by treating 

All your fellows as your brothers. 

Blame yourself, if you are friendless, 
And your path is rough and lonely; 

Ways of making foes are endless ; 

Friends are made by friendship only. 



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THINK, AT TIMES, OF OTHERS. 

Do not think of self alone — 

Think at times of others ; 
Win rich blessings for your soul, 

By helping needy brothers. 
Many burdened all the while 
Struggle on, mile after mile, 
And never see a friendly smile — 

Think at times of others. 

Have a kindness in your heart — 

Think at times of others ; 
Ready be to soothe and cheer 

Your sad, discouraged brothers. 
Poor, unloved, and tired of life, 
Many live where hate is rife, 
And have to wage a hopeless strife, — 

Think at times of others. 

Do not think of self alone — 

Think at times of others ; 
Win rich blessings for your soul, 

By helping needy brothers. 



HUMBLE PETE, THE BLACKSMITH. 

From early day to evening gray, 

He labors for a paltry fee, 
But scarce a man in all the land 

Doth seem as free from care as he. 

Pete loves his labor, loves his neighbor, 
Is kind to every thing that lives ; 

To banish fear or dry a tear, 

Full often he his last cent gives. 

If, sometimes, he is burdened by 

A weight of grief or pain unkind, 

Within his eyes no tell-tale lies, 
Upon his brow no trace we find. 

Alike he greets each one he meets, 
Unnoticed none may pass him by; 

A word of cheer for every ear, 
A kindly nod for every eye. 

A scholar he will never be, 

Uncouth may ever be his speech, 

Yet by his life, with goodness, 

He might to men of wisdom preach. 

"If with what's sent you be content, 

Each day will greater blessings bring, 

And life will seem a pleasing dream :" 
Such is the song we hear him sing. 



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DON'T GRUMBLE. 

Don't grumble, boy, don't grumble 
About the load you bear, 

For grumbling makes it heavier, 
And sinks you in despair. 

Find in your heart a cheering song 

And sing it as you go along. 

Don't worry, lad, don't worry 
Because the way is drear, 

For worry makes it harder, 

And fills the soul with fear. 

Find in your heart a cheering song 

And sing it as you go along. 

There's nothing half so helpful 
As a little cheering song, 

When the burden groweth heavy 
And the way becometh long. 



I'LL MAKE THE WORLD BRIGHTER. 

I'll try, while I am here below, 

To make the world grow brighter; 

I'll lessen pain and grief and woe; 
Make people's burdens lighter. 

I'll alv^ays have a smile to spare 

For those who carry loads of care; 

I'll scatter sunshine everywhere; 

I'll make the world grow brighter. 

I'll think of others every day — 

I'll make the world grow brighter; 

Fll sing along the dreary way — 

I'll make the world grow brighter, 

I'll help those lives who strive in vain, 

A better foothold to obtain ; 

Thus for myself I'll sunshine gain ; 
I'll make the world grow brighter. 



KINDNESS PAYS. 

This little lesson I would teach, 
This simple sermon I would preach, 
If children's hearts my voice might reach : 
Kindness always pays. 



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Take kindness with you everywhere, 
And while it lightens others' care, 
'Twill strengthen you, life's load to bear — 
Kindness always pays. 

Yes, take it everywhere you go, 
And soon the world your heart will know, 
And give back more than you bestow : 
Kindness always pays. 

Let anger never sway your mind ; 
In thought and word and deed be kind. 
Then life's true goal your heart shall find. 
Kindness always pays. 



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SUNDAY SCHOOL SPECIALS 



THE HELPING HAJVD. 

The helping hand, the helping hand ! 

Who but hath cause to bless it? 
How quickly, when in sorrow-land, 

We grasp it, hold, and press it ! 
The smile of God shines on its palm 

And angel-lips caress it! 

The word of cheer, the word of cheer ! 

What light, what peace it brings ! 
How soon it stays the falling tear 

And heals misfortune's stings ! 
How sweet its tone, how great its power! 

How to the heart it clings ! 

Oh, labor on, kind-hearted one, 

With helping hand and word of cheer, 
Nor little deem what you have done, 

Because no word of praise you hear; 
God smiles upon you ev'ry day, 
And angels' praise is yours alway. 
Sunday School Specials (12). 



SHE LOVED HERSELF LAST. 

She loved herself last: 

The cloudiest skies 
Never lessened the light 

Of love in her eyes — 
The light of that love 

Which she gave every day 
To the sad and the lonely 

Of life's dreary way. 

She loved herself last : 

Self was always forgot, 
Where another poor heart 

'Gainst adversity fought. 
Ever comfort and cheer 

In her bosom was kept 
For another who sorrowed 

Or struggled or wept. 

She loved herself last : 

Place her cold hands at rest, 
And let beautiful blooms 

All around her be pressed. 
Her mission is ended, 

The struggle is past! 
God's angels are singing : 

"She loved herself last." • 



Suxshixe-Laxd 
A SUXBEAM IX HIS SOUL. 

Joe is just a country sexton 

And as homely as can be — 
S'ay ! there ain't a comely feature 

In his whole anatomy ; 
But, I tell you, he has somethin' 

Better'n beauty, better'n gol' — 
He has got a little sunbeam 

Always playin' in his soul. 

It makes no matter when you meet him- 

In the mornin' or at noon, 
In the ev'nin' or at midnight. 

In December or in June ; 
You will always get a hand-grip 

That will make your eye-balls roll, 
And you'll always see that sunbeam 

Playin' somewhere in his soul. 

He must have his cares and troubles, 

But you never see him frown ; 
Just as lief be in the valley 

As upon the higher ground ; 
Singin' when the sky is smilin', 

Laughin' when the thunders roll- 
Always got that little sunbeam 

Playin' somewhere in his soul. 

Fate may make his life a struggle, 

Work his fingers to the bone ; 
Never let him have a dollar 

That will really be his own ; 
But you'll never see the minute 

When he'll lose his self-control ;— 
He will always have that sunbeam 

Playin' somewhere in his soul. 



TOMORROW. 

When sunshine falls from cloudless skies, 
And golden scenes make glad our eyes, 

And to our ear 

From far and near 
Come tender, soothing lullabies, 
The ills which now call forth our sighs, 

And bring the tear 

To eyes of fear, 
And press sad moans from bloodless lips, 
Will be but food for smiles, as is 
A dreary dream, when fair morn slips 
Across our eyes and, with a kiss, 

Bids us good cheer. 



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READY FER MORNIN'. 

When I was just a little lad 
Of fourteen years or so, 
And used to work upon the farm 

With dad and uncle Joe, 
At night, as I'd prepare fer bed, 
Dad used to say to me, 
"Is everything in order, Jed, 
Just as it ought to be, 
Fer mornin'?" 
And then I lift my eyes and say, 
Just in a simple, childish way, 
"Yes, father, as they ought to be, 
Fer mornin'." 

Poor father's day has long been done, 

And I myself am gray, 
And crippled up, and purty soon 

Like him, must pass away; 
But still, as I prepare fer bed, 
A sweet voice says to me, 
"Is everything in order, Jed, 
Just as they ought to be, 
Fer mornin'?" 
And still I lift my eyes and say, 
In that same simple childish way, 
"Yes, Father, as they ought to be, 
Fer mornin'." 



DELIGHT, IN HELPING MOTHER. 

I find delight in helping mother, 
To please her ev'ry day I try; 

I'm never tearful, but always cheerful, 
And make her smile instead of sigh. 

I'm always willing to obey her, 

And strive each day her praise to earn; 
I slight her never, but heed her ever, 

And love for love to her return. 

I find delight in helping mother, 

For oft my helping hand she needs; 

Yes, gladly, gayly, I help her daily, 

And show my love in helpful deeds. 

I'll lighten all her heavy burdens—- 
To make her happy I will try : 

For there's no other like my mother, 
And I might miss her by and by. 



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THE OLD LABORERS SONG. 

Time and toil has bent him like a bow, 

He is thin and weak and gray, 
And he moves with careful step and slow, 

But is happy ev'ry day. 
"There is sunshine in my soul," he sings, 

Eyen when the day is drear; 
Through the shop his thrilling music rings, 

Filling ev'ry heart with cheer. 

(S'ing this after 1st and last verse). 

"Oh, there's sunshine, blessed sunshine, 

When the peaceful, happy moments roll; 
When Jesus shows his smiling face, 
There is sunshine in my soul." 

Many hours he labors ev'ry day 

For a pittance small indeed ; 
Fortune never smiled upon his way, 

Yet his spirit knows no need. 
There is sunshine in his happy soul, 

For the love of God is there, 
And his eyes are fixed upon a goal 

Than earth more bright and fair. 

Soon his days of struggle will be o'er, 

Soon his pilgrimage be done, 
And his happy voice will ring no more 

To cheer his comrades on; 
But in yonder world of light above, 

With the angels he shall sing, 
Through eternal days of joy and love, 

In the presence of his King. 



AT EVENTIDE. 

How sweet it is at eventide, 

With truthfulness, to say 

I feel that I have done my best 
To help the wearied and distressed, 

That I have met today. 

How sweet it is, when night comes on, 

To think, or say, "Today, 

By cheering smile, or word, or song, 
I know I've helped some life along 

The rough and dreary way." 

May I, as on through life I go, 

Each day these sweet words say, 

With truth's rich ring in every word, 
When daylight fades away. 



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LIFE'S JOURNEY. 

Yesterday our hearts were troubled, 

Hope within our breast was dead, 
Dreary was the scene behind us, 

Through a mire our pathway led. 
Weary, sad at heart, our journey 

We pursued with footsteps slow, 
Fearful, lest each further footstep 

Should increase our pain or woe. 

Today ! today our souls are cheerful ; 

Shines again hope's golden sun; 
Eagerly we're pressing forward; 

Footsteps quickening to a run. 
Fair the scene which lies behind us, 

Flowers sweet perfume the way; 
Hardships past are all forgotten 

In the blessings of today. 

But tomorrow ! ah, tomorrow ! 

What awaits us? Who can say? 
Scenes might change, new troubles wither 

Hopes we're cherishing today. 
Such the journey we're pursuing — 

Now through sunshine, now through gloom; 
Such 'twill be, until the Captain 

Calls the halt above the tomb. 



THE LAND OF HOPE. 

There's a beautiful land (very dear to my soul) 
Through which streams pellucid and life-giving roll; 
Its hillsides are decked with the rarest of flowers, 
And restful indeed are its evergreen bowers. 

Full often I go to this country of hope, 

And gather rich blooms from its beautiful slope, 

And drink of its waters that silently roll, 

And find in its bowers sweet peace for my soul. 

Oh, beautiful country! O land ever free 

To mortals of every kindred and creed ! 

Life were not worth living it 'twere not for thee, 

And the bare thought of dying were awful indeed! 



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THE POWER OF SOXG. 

'Twas not a preacher's eloquence 

That roused this child of night, 
That filled his failing eyes with tears 

And led him to the light. 
To him there came at twilight from 

A. home where love held sway, 
The song his mother used to sing 

To him in boyhood's day. 

'Twas this that turned him from the path 

Which long his feet had trod ; 
'Twas this that touched his heart at last 

And led him to his God. 



WINTER'S COME. 

"Winter's come," the schoolboy said, 
As merrily to school he sped ; 

"Winter's come ;'' said little Kate, 
Fast polishing a rusty skate. 

"Winter's come ;'' he, sighing, said, 
As he espied wife's snow-white head. 

"Winter's come ;" he heard her sigh, 
As he, with tottering steps, drew nigh. 



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TEMPERANCE 



A PRECIOUS FRIEND IS WATER. 

Some people crave for whiskey 

And Rum and Wine and Beer, 
But I am well contented 

With Water cool and clear. 
This never makes my head ache, 

Or makes me mad or glum; — 
A precious friend is Water; 

An awful foe is Rum. 

If men all turned from whiskey 

And rum and beer and wine, 
And quenched their thirst with water — 

This precious drink of mine; 
How joy would flood our country! 

What light, what peace would come !- 
A precious friend is Water; 

An awful foe is Rum. 



KEEP AWAY FROM DRINK. 

Boy, as through this life you go, 
Keep away from Drink; 

It would cause you endless woe; 
Keep away from Drink; 

Though it tempts you o'er and o'er, 

Never go inside its door ; 

Hate it, hate it, ever more ; 

Keep away from Drink. 

Whatsoever you betide, 

Keep away from Drink; 

Pass it on the other side ; 

Keep away from Drink. 

Paupers ev'ry hour it makes ; 

Bread from little mouths it takes; 

Many hearts each day it breaks ; 
Keep away from Drink. 

*Tis the curse of many lands — 
Keep away from Drink ; 

It an awful pow'r commands — 
Keep away from Drink; 

Countless mortals it hath slain; 

Caused untold despair and pain ; — ■ 

Let it tempt your soul in vain; 
Keep away from Drink. 



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MULYAXEYS WAGES. 

When Mulvaney got his wages 

At the shop on Saturday, 
As his pay he counted over, 

This his comrades heard him say: 
"There's a dollar for the baker, 

. For the grocer there are two; 
Two must lay aside for rent day 

Which will very soon be due ; 
Three and seventy-five for whiskey; 

That will leave — now let me see — 
Just a quarter for old Biddy. 

Nothing for the kids and me." 

Some men laughed at old Mulvaney, 

As his pay he counted o'er, 
But my heart was full of pity 

For this sinner old and poor. 
Nearly half of his week's wages 

To the whiskey seller went, 
While his poor old wife and children 

Sorely needed every cent. 
Can we blame this poor old toiler 

For his love for rum and beer, 
W r hile on nearly every corner 

Drink's decoying signs appear? 

Let us rise as christian people 

And destroy this monster Rum, 
Ere, as it has chained Mulvaney, 

Us and ours it overcome ! 
Let us rise as men of freedom, 

And with courage make a stand — 
Fight this home and soul destroyer. 

Till we drive it from our land. 



IF WE WOULD SAVE OUR COUNTRY. 

If we would save our country 

From Drink — the worst of foes, — 
We must not strike, then rest us, 

But follow fast our blows 
With harder blows and harder, 

Till victory doth come ; — 
No other way will conquer 

This blighting demon Rum. 

If we would save our loved ones 

From this destroyer's might, 
We must not drop our weapons 

An hour, by day or night; 
But fight it to a finish, 

Till comes the vict'ry grand, 
And this soul-crushing monster 

Has vanished from our land. 



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A MOTHER'S PLEA. 

At the bedside of her first-born 
Knelt a mother old and gray; 

Death's cold hand was on his forehead- 
Death was calling him away. 

Kneeling there, with sorrow burdened, 
To the Heav'nly Father she, 

For the welfare of her darling, 
Made this tender touching plea: 

"Father, Father, Oh, forgive him! 

Let him die not in his sin; 
Though a drunkard he, I love him; 

Ope the gates and let him in! 
Oft he tried to follow Jesus, 

But was held by Drink's strong chain, 
And, although my darling struggled, 

All his efforts were in vain ! 

"Not my loved one's soul should suffer — 

Not my darling, handsome boy, 
But the land which gives this demon 

Right to torture and destroy ! 
Father, Father, oh, forgive him; 

He's so loving, young and fair ! 
What will Heaven be to mother, 

If her darling be not there?" 

Did the loving Father hear her? 
Yes, for, as her darling died, 
"Mother, dear," he sweetly whispered, 
"We will meet beyond the tide." 



RUM. 

R is for Rum — 

The worst foe of our land, 
Whose power is felt 
On every hand. 
U is for union — 

United are we, 
Our beautiful country 
From Rum to free. 
M stands for men 

Who, fearless, will stand 
And fight, till this demon 

Has gone from our land. 



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NOTICE THINGS. 

Look around yon, soul contented, 

Look around and notice things ; 
See how men their earnings squander 

For the Drink that ruin brings ! 

See trie palaces that whiskey 

Ev'ry passing day doth build, 
With the money of its victims ! 

Note the graves that it has filled ! 

See the haggard men and women 

O'er whose lives Drink holdeth sway ! 
Note the ragged starving children, 

Whose last crust it takes away ! 

See the hearts that it has broken ! 

Note the havoc it has wrought ! 
Hear the moanings of its victims 

To eternal ruin brought ! 

Look around you, soul contented. 

If you love your fellow man, 
Notice things, then be contented ; 

Be contented — if you can ! 



A LITTLE CHAMPION. 

My Mamma says that whiskey 

Is blighting all our land ; 
That even little children 

Against this foe should stand. 
So when I meet this monster 

I'll stand like this (i), then say: 
"Now, tempt me, if you dare, sir !" 

And then (2) — I'll run away. 

(1) Stand in attitude of defence. 

(2) Run off the platform. 



WILLIE JOHNSON. 

Willie Johnson has no shoes, 

But Willie cannot help it; 
Often Willie hungry goes, 

But Willie cannot help it; 
Willie's life is very drear, 
Void of happiness or cheer, 
Through his father's love for beer; 
Poor Willie cannot help it. 



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THE FUNNY SIGHT. 

Once I saw a man whose feet 
Seemed to want to own the street; 
First they went this way — then that — 
Then the poor man lost his hat. 
Some one said he had "a skate," 
Couldn't see it though — that's straight! 
Then he fell into the gutter 
And began to spit and sputter; 
Then he counted all his money — 
Oh, but, say, he did look funny! 



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CHILDREN'S DAY 



CLEVER LITTLE GIRLS. 

Motion Piece. 

.Clever little girls are we, 

Full of life and jollity; 

See, we skip around, 
Lightly o'er the ground, 

Dancing, dancing gracefully. 

Clever little girls are we, 
We can row a boat, you see; 
We can drive a horse 
All around the course; 
Clever little girls are we. 

Clever little girls are we; 
We can beat a drum, you see; 

Beat a tamborine, 

Play a violin ; 
Clever little girls are we. 

Clever little girls are we, 

Laughin ha-ha-ha, he-he; 

Now a kiss we throw, 
Now we make a bow ; 

Clever little girls are we. 

(Should be acted out as written). 



THE DAY IS HERE AGAIN. 

Again the gladsome day is here — 
The day to all our hearts so dear — 
Our only day in all the year. 

What joy it gives, again to meet 
To lay bright flowers at His feet 
And linger in his presence sweet. 

How sweet the lovely blossoms look — 
These gems from field and shady nook, 
From banks of laughing rill and brook. 

How good our Heavenly Father is 

To give us such a day as this — 

Such hours of peace and joy and bliss ! 

Oh, may we trust his love, and may 
We never from his presence stray, 
But love him always as today. 



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AN EARLY RISER. 

Some folks like to lie adreamin' 
And asnorin' 'tween the sheets, 

Till the sun is high and scorchin' 
And the dews are off the beets; 

But I'd rather be adreamin' 

Here among old nature's sweets, 

Drinkin' in the precious nectar 
Of the mornin'. 

Seems to me the hours of mornin' 
Are the best of all the day: 

There is nothin' made by sleepin' 
Such delightful hours away ; 

You might rather go aroamin' 

And from nature draw your pay- 

Oh, 'tis grand to be aroamin' 
In the mornin'.' 

You will find no better med'cin 
For a feller that is pale, 

Kinder lookin' like a shadder, 

Trembly, all run down and pale, 

Than a sniff or two of breezes 
That are whisperin' in the vale, 

When the sun is just apeepin' 
In the mornin'. 

Oh, the air is filled with fragrance 
From the clover and the hay, 

And my heart is just as happy 
As it was in schoolboy's day; 

And I feel like praisin' Heaven 
With a soulful, loud — Hooray! 

Boys, 'tis grand to be aroamin' 
In the mornin'. 



CHILDREN'S DAY. 

For Twelve Little Girls With Lettered Flags. 

C stands for children here gathered today; 

FI is for hearts that are gladsome and gay; 

I stands for innocence — this we all know; 

L is for lily as pure as the snow; 

D is for Drink — the great curse of our land ; 

R stands for Right, and for this we all stand; 

E is endeavor — a word we all love; 

N stands for Night — then the stars shine above; 

S' is for Sabbath — the rest-day below; 

D is for danger — then watch as you go; 

A stands for anger — this never display; 

Y is for Youth — best time of life's day. 



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HOW GLAD I WAS, 

For a Boy. 

How glad I was, when I awoke, 

And learned 'twas Children's day ! and, oh, 

I dressed -myself as quick again 

As when to school L have to go. 

I washed my face and combed my hair 

And felt as happy as a king, 
And even while at breakfast I 

Just felt as if I ought to sing. 

I tell you, I like Children's day, 

And so does everybody here; 
I really wish that it would come 

At least a dozen times a year. 



A LITTLE BAND. 

For Four Little Girls. 

Here we are, a little band, 
Bearing flowers in each hand, 
While our hearts with gladness sing 
Thankful songs unto our King. 

These bright blossoms we would lay 
At our Savior's feet today, 
For we wish to let him see 
That our hearts can thankful be. 

Every boy and girl should send 
Prayers of thanks to this dear Friend, 
And faithful be, let come what may, 
To him who gives us Children's day. 



I'M SMALL, I KNOW. 

For Little Tot. 

I'm small, I know, 
But I must say 

That I am full 
Of joy today. 

Next Children's day, 
I hope, will be 

As full of joy 

As this for me. 



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MAMMA'S FAULT. 

For a Boy. 

I've tried to be quite good today ! 

This morning, Mamma said to me, 
"Today is Children's day, you know; 

So be as good as you can be." 

And, oh, I was so good, until 

I feared for meeting I'd be late; 

And then I — well, 'twas Mamma's fault; 
She couldn't get her hat on straight. 



DETERMINATION. 

I used to think 'twas awful hard 

To sing or to recite ; 
I thought that if I faced a crowd 

I'd surely die of fright; 
But here I am, at last, you see, 

And here I mean to stay, 
Until I've said my little piece — 

Thank God for Children's day. 



MY LITTLE PIECE. 

For Little Boy. 

I've learned my piece, and know 
That bravely through it I shall go, 
For this is all I have to say : 
All little ones love Children's day. 



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HUMOROUS 



WHEN FATHER KICKS THE CAT. 

When father kicks the cat, 

There's always trouble brewing; 

Oh, ' how my heart goes pit-a-pat ! 

Catch me forgetting what I'm doing, 

When father kicks the cat. 

When father kicks the cat, 

Ma looks at me and winks, 

And seems to say, "He" wants a spat.'' 
Ma never says all that she thinks, 

When father kicks the cat. 

When father kicks the cat, 

Poor grandma shuts her eyes, 

And drops her knitting on the mat; 
She seems to be filled full of sighs, 

When father kicks the cat. 

When father kicks the cat, 
We all seem sad and lone, 

And Rove, the dog, he "smells a rat," 
And wanders off to hunt a bone, 

When father kicks the cat. 



LIFE'S SEE-SAW. 

Not long ago, his sky was blue 

And joy o'er flowed his cup, — 
To use a common word or two, 
up. 
way 
way, 
a 
He was 
Today his sky is overcast ; 

He wears a tell-tale frown ; 
His golden, balmy days are passed, 
And he's 
a 

way, 
way 

down. 

Ah, such is life. Today we smile; 

Tomorrow we shall frown; — 

up, and then 

way a 

way, way, 

a way 

In other words down. 



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A QUESTION. 

If some folks go to church to pass 

An idle hour away, 
And some to hear the minister 

Say what he has to say, 
And some to hear a solo sweet 

Sung by a man, or maid, 
And some to hear a melody 

Upon the organ played, 
And some to note the costumes that 

Their fellow-mortals wear, 
And some to show their feathers fine 

To make their neighbors stare, 
And some to close in sweet repose 

Their eyes the sermon through, 
And some because they haven't 

Any other thing to do, 
And some to sit and gossip, 

Whisper, giggle, nod and stare, 
And some because they think it is 

Their duty to be there, 
And some to criticise the words 

The minister doth say, 
Can anybody tell me 

How many go to pray? 



THEN AND NOW. 

A year ago, fair Cicely 

Would often watch and wait for me, 

Long after trysting time had sped — 
Yea, even till hope had almost fled ; 

Yet when I came her eyes would glow 

With Love's dear light, and lovingly 
She'd say to me : "Good evening, Joe." 

Tonight that same fair Cicely, 

I know, doth watch and wait for me ; 

But though I'm but ten minutes late 
Through fear my heart doth palpitate ; 
For, when we meet, an angry light 

Will sway her eyes, and snappishly 
She'll say to me : "Nice time of night." 

I was her lover a year ago : 

I'm only her husband now, you know. 



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ELIJAH JENKINS. 

The hour of prayer was over, 

The congregation gone. 
And good old deacon Longlip 

His hat was putting on, 
When — in a gloomy corner, 

. Not far from where he stood, — 
He saw Elijah Jenkins 

In prayerful attitude ! 

"Well, bless me !" cried the deacon, 

His bosom heaving fast, 
"There's old Elijah Jenkins, 
Receiving peace at last!" 
But suddenly Elijah 

Arose, and slowly stepp'd 
Out of the corner, mumbling, 
"Well say, I must have slept." 



A CHANCE MEETING. 

I wonder who yon female is 

Alone upon the beach? 
She seems to be a pretty Miss — 

As pretty as a peach. 

She is, you know ! My ! such a form, 

And such a stylish walk! 
Such charms the coldest heart would warm 

And make a dumb man talk. 

She smiles and waves her hand to me ! — 

To me, as sure as life ! 
Well, I'm in luck. HI go and see — 

Oh, pshaw! it's just my wife. 



TERSE TIPS. 

Heart sad, brother? 

Whistle : 

This'll 
Make glad, brother. 

In debt, brother? 

Hustle, 

Bustle ; 
Don't fret, brother. 

Love-sick, brother? 

Marry : 

You'll be 
Cured quick, brother. 



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MA'S BOARDER. 

Her hair was gold, and oh, her eyes 
Were just as blue as summer skies; 
Her form was tall, her mouth — well, say! 
I was a goner right away ! 

I bought her candies, sodas, cream; 
I rowed her up and down the stream, 
And every day my throbbing heart 
Got harder jabs from cupid's dart. 

I longed to pop, but had no cheek, — 
And oh, I'm glad I did not speak, 
For when she went away she said : 
'Til bring my husband next year, Jed! 5 ' 



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FOR THANKSGIVING 



THE THANKFUL LABORER. 

I own no railroads, own no banks, 
No automobiles, oil wells, tanks, 
And yet today I render thanks, 
For I am very thankful. 

I own no houses, own no land, 
No bank account do I command, 
And yet I stand with hat in hand, 
For I am very thankful. 

I'm just a common, simple chap, 
For whom none seems to care a rap ; 
My all I carry on a strap, 

And yet I'm very thankful. 

Yes, I today can send a song 
Of thanks to whom doth thanks belong, 
For I'm contented, healthful, strong, 
For this I'm very thankful. 

The millionaire but seldom sings ; 
Wealth seldom true contentment brings ; 
But to my heart contentment clings ; 
And so my soul is thankful. 

My heart is warm, my sleep is sweet ; 
Strong arms are mine, strong legs and feet; 
I've water to drink and bread to eat; 
Then should I not be thankful? 



FROM THAXKFUL HEARTS. 

For the beauty of the Spring, 
For the birds that fly and sing. 
For Summer's bloom — for ev'rything- 
Thy name be praised ! 

For the waving fields of grain, 
For the sunshine, dew, and rain, 
Father kind, again, again. 
Thy name be praised ! 

For the Autumn's plenteous yield 
And for strength to sickles wield, 
For December's snowy shield, 
Thy name be praised ! 

For the truth that speeds along, 
For the faith that keeps us strong, 
For the love that saves from wrong, 
Thy name be praised ! 



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HOW THANKFUL WE SHOULD BE. 

How thankful all our hearts should be 
To God, on this glad day ! 

Our ev'ry need supplied hath he 
And cheered us on our way. 

Our burdens he has helped to bear 
And kept our souls from fear, 

From doubt and darkness and despair, 
Through all this blessed year. 

He hath not left us here to roam 
Alone by night and day, 

But hath, in sunshine and in gloom, 
Come with us all the way. 

Oh, how our souls should trust his love, 
And how our hearts should swell 

With thankfulness for him above 
Who doeth all things well. 



YEAR AFTER YEAR NEW GIFTS APPEAR. 

Year after year, new gifts appear, 
As upward to the heights we go; 

Year after year, thy love more dear 
Becomes to trusting hearts below. 

Still more about thee, gracious Lord, 

We learn, as months and seasons speed; 

Still more with thine our wills accord; 
Still more thy loving voice we heed. 

Lord, while today, with all our souls, 
We thank thee for thy blessings kind, 

Let thou the love that now controls 

Our hearts to thee still closer bind. 



OUR SONG OF THANKS. 

Lord of the harvest, hear the song 
Which doth to thee alone belong — 
The song of thankfulness which swells 
From hearts in which thy spirit dwells. 

We can not thank thee while we live 
Below for all that thou dost give, 
But hear, we pray, our hearts' best praise, 
Which now with all our strength we raise. 



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MISSIONARY 



MY MAMMA'S GIFT TO ME, 

Just look ! I have a silver dime — 
My Mamma's gift to me! 

She gave a penny at a time, 
So I have saved you see. 

Yes, I have saved my pennies, and 
Have brought them here today, 

To send them to some far-off land — 
Oh, miles and miles away. 

A lot of little ones are there 

Who have no books to read, 

No school, no church ; and, I declare, 
They must be sad indeed. 

If we would save our pennies, and, 
When each had saved a few, 

Just send them to some heathen land, 
What good we all could do! 



HOW THANKFUL. 

My Mamma often reads to me 

About those children far away, 

Who have no Sunday school or church, 
Who sing no gospel songs, or pray. 

She says that Jesus wants them all 
To know him and to love him too ; 

To sing to him and pray to him, 

The same as good white children do. 

How thankful we should be that we 
Can gather here each Sabbath day; 

How anxious we should be to help 
These little ones so far away. 



A CHEERFUL GIVER. 

I've brought two pennies here today— 
I have them in my hands, 

And mean to send them far away, 
To men in heathen lands. 

I love good candy — yes, I do ! 

But, then, I love my Savior too; 
And so my all to him 'I give, 

To teach the heathen how to live. 



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THE LITTLE COLORED BOY. 

There is a little colored lad 

Who sits near me in school each day, 

And, oh, he always looks so sad, 
Because alone he has to play. 

I'd like to play with him, but Ma, 
She says 'tis not exactly right 

To play with colored boys ; but Pa, 

He says they're just as good as white, 

Pa says the color of our skin 

Counts but for little, and that we 

Might not be half as pure within 

As might our colored schoolmate be ! 



MY ERROR. 

Today Ma gave a coin to me. 
" 'Tis not for candy, dear," said she; 
"But for some little colored child — 
Some heathen soul whose ways are wild." 

I do not know why Mamma's mad 
At me, for I have not been bad. 
I did not know that it was wrong 
To give the coin to Johnson Strong — 
The colored boy I chanced to meet 
As 1 was coming up the street. 



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FOR NEW 5TBAR 



LET US BE KIXD-HEARTED. 

Let us be kind-hearted, 

This year, and anger shun : 
By what we give to others 

True happiness is won — 
By what we give to others, 

And not by what we take ; 
Then, let us be kind-hearted, 

And selfishness forsake. 

Let us be kind-hearted, 

This year, along the way, 
Then kindness will be given 

To us, from day to day, — 
Yes, kindness will be given, 

And other blessings too, 
For blessings given, always 

Return with blessings new. 

Let us be kind-hearted, 

This year; let good be done. 
By what we do for others 

Prosperity is won, — 
By what we do for others 

Through sacrifice and love 
Are everlasting treasures, 

Laid up for us above. 



CHEERFULNESS. 

Cheerfulness will bring 

Courage true and strong; 
Therefore I will sing 
As I go along. 

Cheerfulness will lend 

Strength unto the heart, 

Causing care to end, 
Sadness to depart 

Cheerfulness will drive 

Heavy clouds away, 
Help the soul to strive 

For the best each day. 

Cheerfulness will save 

Me from strife and fear : 

Cheerfulness I'll have 

Through this dawning year. 



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ANOTHER YEAR IS DAWNING. 

Another year is dawning 
And giving hope to all ; 

With courage more than e'er before 
We answer duty's call. 

As fall the golden sunbeams 
Upon the fields of snow, 

May blessings fall upon us all, 
As through this year we go. 

We know not what may meet us 
Before the year will end, 

But let us meet, with patience sweet, 
Whatever God may send. 



NEW YEARS RESOLUTION. 

Ma says that all bad boys should make 
Good resolutions now, and take 

Them everywhere they go ; 
And that they then would all be good, 
And never think of being rude; 

And what Ma says is so. 

Ma says that when a bad boy breaks 
A resolution that he makes, 

It's really awful sad, 
Because he's worse than ever then, 
And has to start all over again — 

I'm glad that I ain't bad. 



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FOR EASTER 



EASTER LIGHT. 

ist boy: 
Pray, how is Eastertide so bright? 

-And how are hearts so free from gloom? 

2nd boy: 
Love's wondrous, everlasting light 
Is shining through the tomb. 

ist boy: 
And who hath caused this light to shine, 
And men such liberty to win? 

2nd boy: 
The Savior, who, by power divine, 
Hath conquered death and sin. 

ist boy: 
These happy children gathered here — 
Pray, why do they their voices raise? 

2nd boy : 
Because the risen Lord is near, 
And him they love to praise. 

Together : 
All glory to the risen Lord, 

Who doth such light and joy afford. 



EASTER BELLS. 

They ring again the Easter bells, 
And tell love's blessed story, 

For Easter time is here again — 
The time of light and glory. 

They peal again the Easter bells ; 

And how the glad notes please us ! 
They tell us of the Father's love — 

They speak to us of Jesus. 

The bells of Easter chime again, 
And may they tell the story, 

Till all believe and all receive 
The risen King of glory. 

Yes, ring and peal and merrily chime, 
And gladden the earth at this bright time; 

Ring out the sadness 

And ring in the gladness, 
Easter Bells. 



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DEAR OLD AUNT ELIZA. 

She was always hurrying 
And flurrying and worrying; 

Dear old aunt Eliza ! 
Never had a day for rest, 
Never had a quiet breast; 
Always someone "sore distressed," 

Dear old aunt Eliza ! 
Just in fun, each morn I'd say : 
"Who's the 'sore distressed' today?" 

How to smooth another's way 
Seemed to be her aim each day ; 

Dear old aunt Eliza ! 
Always in the same strange mood; 
Always, always doing good; 
Clothes to one ; another, food ; 

Dear old aunt Eliza ! 
Just to tease her, I would say: 
"Who's the 'sore distressed' today?" 

Deck her form with flowers fair; 
Kiss her hands and smooth her hair; 

Dear old aunt Eliza ! 
Hers at last a day for rest; 
Hers at last a quiet breast ; 
Many blessed she, much she's blessed ; 

Dear old aunt Eliza ! 
Weeping, sad, I turn away — 
I'm the "sore distressed" today. 



THE JOYS OF EASTER. 

Music sweet and rare 
Speeds upon the air, 

Earth has lost its sadness ; 
Lilies pure and white 
In the sunshine bright, 

Fill each heart with gladness. 

Little children bring 
Love's sweet offering, 

While each heart rejoices ; 
They, with one accord, 
Praise the risen Lord 

With their happy voices. 

Nations, doubt no more; 

Death's dark reign is o'er; 
Empty now the prison ; 

Christian hearts, be glad; 

Let not one be sad, 
For the Lord has risen. 



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THE LITTLE LAD THAT LEFT US. 

Now, as Easter-tide is flitting, 

When, hand clasping hand, we're sitting 

Looking at our neighbors' children 

Playing in the street below ; 
Our old eyes are glistening, blinking, 
For old wife and I are thinking 

Of the little lad who left us long ago. 

While we sit thus, idly watching, 
Seems to us that we are catching 
Glimpses of him 'mong the others, 

As we saw him once, you know; 
And above the merry rattle 
Of their feet, and tittle-tattle, 
Seems to us we hear the prattle 

Of the little lad who left us long ago. 

Talking seems to us forbidden — 
Eyes are from each other hidden, 
Sitting thus, for we would rather 

Think, and let the talking go ; 
So, with eyes tear-dimmed and blinking 
And with hearts sad, yearning, sinking, 
We just sit in silence, thinking 

Of the little lad who left us long ago. 



HOPE FOR THE BEST. 

There's no help in sighing — 

Hope for the best ; 
Sighing but gives the soul 

More of unrest ; 
Until the storm be past, 
Skies will be overcast; 
Cheer thee; this will not last; 

Hope for the best. 

There is no help in fretting — 

Fretting starves rest ; 
Shadows must somewhere fall; 

Suffer the test; 
E'en though the night be long, 
Strive to be brave and strong, 
Singing a cheering song, 

Hope for the best. 

Somewhere the sunshine lies, 
Somewhere God's own sweet skies 
Smile still on upturned eyes — 

Hope for the best. 
Jesus has left the grave ; 
He from all harm will save; 
Oh, let thy soul be brave; 

Hope for the best. 



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IF WE WOULD ONLY TRY. 



Many bear huge loads of care 

Beneath a frowning sky, 
Whose burdeiis you and I could share, 

If we would only try. 

Many low in sorrow bend 

And for sweet comfort sigh, 

Whom we could easily befriend, 
If we would only try. 

Many love the ways of sin 

And to their doom draw nigh, 

Unconsciously, whom we could win, 
If we would only try. 

At this bright time — this Easter day — 

Let you and I begin 
Our love for others to display — 

Our Savior's praise to win. 



A LITTLE LILY. 

I'm but a little Lily, 

Like this that I hold forth, 
But Mamma says I'm sweeter 

Than any flower on earth. 

She says, if I am always 
As sweet as now, that I 

Shall meet the risen Savior 
In Heaven by and by. 



ALL LITTLE ONES LOVE EASTER. 

All little ones love Easter, 
Because it is so bright — 

So full of song and story, 
And flowers and delight. 

All little ones love Easter, 

And sing with happy breath, 

Because it was at Easter 

That Jesus conquered death. 



EASTER EGGS. 

My Mamma colored lots of eggs, 

And they are pretty, too, 
For some are yellow, some are red, 

And some a lovely blue. 

And Mamma said, "I think they're nice, 

All lying side by side;" 
I thought so too, but, pshaw ! I think 

They're nicer when they're fried. 



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FOR CHRISTMAS 



CHRISTMAS-TIDE. 

There is no time of gladness so replete 

As Christmas-tide, in all the changing year, 

For then true-hearted friends, long parted, meet, 
And on the eye-lid gleams the true joy-tear. 

Dear Christmas-tide, when bitter hate should die 
And envy vanish like a midnight dream ; 

When strife should cease and every human eye 
With tender light of fond affection beam. 

Would it were so. Alas ! but 'twere a task, 

E'en while the glad bells chime, full light to find 

Though deftly hidden by a gaudy mask, 

Hearts swayed by thoughts unholy and unkind. 

For there must be, in this vast universe, 

Always some hearts thus swayed, thus overcast, 

And eyes from which no glad time can disperse 
The cold grim spectres of the gloomy past. 

And there must be some who must grieve and groan, 
And all unloved, unloving, onward go, 

Or lie heart-broken, hopeless and alone 

Beneath a crushing weight of want and woe. 

Oh, enter such benighted hearts as these, 

Sweet Prince of Peace, and there for aye abide; 

Then shall they too find love and perfect peace, 
And hope and happiness, this Christmas-tide. 



CHRISTMAS TIME. 

The time of song and story, 

Of hope and peace and cheer, 

Of love and light and glory, 
Again is here. 

The earth is robbed of sadness, 

The air is full of joy, 
For songs of praise and gladness 

Our lips employ. 

While Christmas bells are ringing 
Their gladsome welcoming, 

Our presents we are bringing 
To Christ the King. 

Dear Savior, may we ever 

Enjoy thee as today, 
And from thy presence never 

Be led astray. 



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ALL THE SAME TO SAM. 

Good times or bad times 

Are all the same to Sam; 
Always playful as a kitten, 

Merry as a lamb ; 
Singing when the sky is stormy, 

Whistling when 'tis calm; 
Christmas time and any time 

Are all the same to Sam. 

Good times or bad times, 

All the same to Sam; 
Thrives as well on crackers 

As on eggs and ham ; 
Meets you with a chuckle 

And extended palm ; 
Christmas time or any time, 

All the same to Sam. 

Now he sings a ditty, 

Now a tender psalm ; 
Trusting in his Maker — 

In the great I AM ; 
Singing when 'tis stormy, 

Whistling when 'tis calm; 
Christmas time or any time, 

All the same to Sam. 



WELCOME TO SANTA CLAUS. 

(Supt.) 

"Oh, welcome, welcome, Santa Claus ; 

With joy we greet you here. 
Because we love you, and because 

You fill our hearts with cheer. 



"Your hair is still as white as wool, 

Your whiskers long as ever, 
Your smiling face still round and full — 

Time seems to change you never ! 

"The boys and girls have patient been, 

Because they knew that you 
Would bring them dolls, and tops to spin, 

And other playthings too. 

"We knew that you would come, because 

You never once forgot us ; 
Now drop your pack, dear Santa Claus 

And show what you have brought us." 



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THE DAY OF HIS BIRTH. 

All sadness today should be banished away, 
All hearts should with joy o'erflow, 

For Jesus was born on this glorious morn 
In Bethlehem, long ago. 

O'er every sea and o'er every isle. 

And over all lands of the earth, 
Let gladness hold sway on this beautiful day — 

The day of the Savior's birth. 

He came from above, full of mercy and love. 

His life for the race to give; 
He suffered and died, that in him we might hide 

Our sins and forever live. 

Today He has come to each heart and each home, 

And given his blessing sweet; 
Then let us, to prove that we trust in his love, 

All praise him with joy complete. 



THE CHRISTMAS STORY. 

Again we hear the story sweet 
Of Him who reigns on high — 

The King who left his home above 
And came to earth to die. 

We hear again how Jesus came 
To earth on this glad morn ; 

How God's belov'd and only son 
Was in a manger born. 

We seem to see again the star 

That gleamed above the plains, 

And see again the angel-band 

And catch their gladsome strains. 

Oh, Holy Child of Bethlehem, 
Come down again today ; 

Free thou our souls from every doubt 
And take our sin away. 



PUZZLING. 

I wonder how old Santa knows 

What good boys need. Ma said : 

"I've asked him for a suit of clo'es." 
I wished for paints instead. 

He left two parcels. One was clo'es, 
The other "Paints, for Johnny!" 

I wonder how old Santa knows ; 
I think it's awful funny. 



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BUT THAT'S NOT MUCH. 

I've hung my stocking for Santa Claus, 
But it's too small, I know, because 
I want a doll, a pair of skates, 
Some candy, nuts, some figs and dates ; 
Some saucers and some cups, and plates ;- 
But that's not much though, is it? 

But wait : I want, besides, a new 
Big carriage for my dolly too; 
I want a nice new cradle, and 
A mirror and a pretty stand 
To make my dolly's parlor grand ; — 
But that's not much though, is it? 

Oh, I forget, I want a bed 
For dolly and a nice new "spread," 
And I must have new books to read, 
For what I have are worn indeed, 
And — well, I guess that's all I need; — 
But that's not much though, is it? 



CHRIST IS BORN AGAIN. 

Above the quiet little town 

The star appears once more — 

On faithful souls 'tis shining down 
More bright than e'er before. 

Again the heavenly song is heard 
Above the eastern plains, 

And every christian soul is stirred 
By sweet melodious strains. 

Shine on, bright star ; O angel-band, 
The blessed tidings sing, 

Until the souls of every land 

Come forth to greet the King. 



SWEETER EVERY YEAR. 

The tender Christmas story 
Grows sweeter every year; 

More joy imparts to all our heart's, 
More peace, more love and cheer. 

The blessed Christmas story 
To us will never be old ; 

It fresher slips from hearts and lips, 
Each time that it is told. 

O beautiful old story, 

Beloved in every clime, 
Fill all the earth with peace and mirth, 

This blessed Christmas time. 



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CONTEXTS. 



A Sunbean In His Soul 23 

At Eventide 25 

A Cheerful Giver 43 

A Little Band 35 

All The Same To Sam 52 

Another Year Is Dawning 46 

A Precious Friend Is Water.... 28 

A Little Champion 31 

A Mother's Plea 30 

An Early Riser 34 

A Wondrous Change In Jenkins 13 

A Little Lily 50 

All Little Ones Love Easter.... 50 

A Chance Meeting 39 

A Question 38 

Blame Yourself 18 

But That's Not Much 54 

Bill 11 

Clever Little Girls 33 

Children's Day 34 

Christmas Time 51 

Christmas-time 51 

Christmas-tide 51 

Christ Is Born Again 54 

Cheerfulness 45 

Don't Complain 18 

Don't Grumble 20 

Delight In Helping Mother 24 

Determination 36 

Dave 12 

Dear Old Aunt Eliza [8 

Easter Lijght 47 

Easter Eggs 50 

Easter Bells 47 

Every One Must Fight 15 

Elijah Jenkins 39 

From Thankful Hearts 41 

Humble Pete, the Blacksmith... 19 

How Thankful 43 

How Glad I Was 35 

How Thankful We Should Be.. 42 

Horn's Little Girl 3 

Hope For The Best 49 

I'll Be a Man 17 

I'm Small, I Know 35 

If We Would Save Our Country 29 
I'll Make The World Brighter.. 20 

If We Would Only Try 50 

Jim's Violin And Fred's Banjo. . 5 
Kindness Pays 20 



Keep Away From Drink 28 

Lauretta 9 

Let Us Be Kind-hearted 45 

Life's Journey 26 

Life's See-saw 37 

Mothers Melodies 13 

Ma's Boarder 40 

My Beautiful Country 15 

Mother's Voice J 6 

My Mamma's Gift To Me 43 

My Error 44 

Mamma's Fault 36 

My Little Piece 36 

Mulvaney's Wages 29 

Xew Year's Resolutions. ....... 46 

Notice Things 3 1 

Our Song Of Thanks 42 

Our Country For God 14 

Our Blacksmith Shop Quartette 10 

Puzzling 53 

Ready Fer Mornin' 24 

Rum 30 

She Loved Herself Last 22 

Sweeter Ev'ry Year 54 

The Runners J 6 

Think At Times Of Others.... 19 

The Helping Hand 22 

The Land Of Hope 26 

The Old Laborer's Song 25 

The Power Of Song 27 

To-morrow 2 3 

The Little Colored Boy 44 

The Day Is Here Again 33 

The Christmas Story 53 

The Dav Of His Birth 53 

The Thankful Laborer 4* 

The Street Piano 8 

The Old Song 6 

The Little Lad That Left Us.... 49 

The Joys Of Easter 48 

Then And Now 6 . . . . 38 

Terse Tips 30 

The Funny Sight 32 

They Never Say It Now 14 

Winter's Come 2 7 

Welcome To Santa Clans 52 

When The Whistle Blows 12 

When Father Kicks The Cat 37 

Willie Johnson 3 1 

When Pa Gets His Pay VJ 

Year After Year New Gifts 42 



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